Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.